Cyanide Breath Mint Lyrics

Beck
One Foot In The Grave
Cyanide Breath Mint
definitely this is the wrong place to be
there's blood on the futon
there's a kid drinking fire
going down to the sea
they got people to meet
shaking hands with themselves
looking out for themselves

when they ask you for credit
give them a branch
when they want you to get it
chew on the grass
I know I know 'cause they told me to tell you
there's nothing to tell you
there's nothing to sell you
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in the afternoon
riding the scapegoat
burning equipment
decomposing
cool off your jets
take off your sweats
I got a funny feeling they got plastic in the afterlife

when they want you to cry
leap into the sky
when they suck your mind
like a pigeon you'll fly
I know i know
it's the positive people
running from their time
looking for some feeling

Beck
One Foot In The Grave
Cyanide Breath Mint